What A Carry On

Gerald had finally found a job in a the post office in the quiet village of Carryonton. It’s his first day and we find him behind the desk waiting for his first customer.

Ting-a-ling went the bell above the door as in walked the vicar. ‘Morning Gerald, what a nice morning although this hot weather is making my clothes rub against my thrupney bits. I have an important package to fire through someone’s slot can you handle a large one?’‘Ah, vicar, nice to see you, I can see your way-hay fever has started early. Of course I can help, let me see your package.’

‘There it is Gerald, it’s a fine package isn’t it, Have you seen a larger one than this?’

‘Can’t say I have vicar, it could certainly do some damage if it gets shoved through the wrong hole.’